Today we went round the musuem with sledgehammers. It reminded me of the Seabird Centre at North Berwick. I wondered if there had ever been a café. The glass cases were mostly empty. We smashed them anyway. I tried to get an interesting angle but it was dark. On the back wall there was a stone frieze of a flying lion. I told the lads to wait. There was a mess of electric cabling on the floor. Miraculously there was still power. I managed to recharge the camera battery and rig up a light. When the battery was charged we smashed the lion. Lots of likes.
At 3 am the world presents itself to her as if it were behind glass, as if it were an exhibit and she an observer, wandering the empty museum at night.
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At 3 am she sings to herself. Very very quietly.
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When the sun shines we shine together…
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At 3 am she throws her cigarette end down into the street.